Hey friend, did you miss me? I'm dying slowly and painfully. How are you? Anyways, here have a cute little Christmas short.
"Dude, you know you're staring right?"
Danny snapped to attention when he heard Tucker's voice. "Huh? Sorry Tuck, what did you say?"
Sam shook her head at him, "You know she'll never notice you if all you do is stare at the back of her head."
Danny turned to look back at the blonde at the front of the room. Elsa Arendal, a new transfer student as of a few months ago. She was smart, pretty, adorable when she messed up an English word. When he saw Sam sigh and Tucker face palming, he realized he was doing it again. Could you blame him? Long platinum blonde hair tied back in a bun, big sparkling blue eyes and a bright smile. The only thing was, this was his only class with her. Of course on top of being beautiful, she was smart.
But more importantly, she was way out of his league.
The sound of the bell was louder than he expected. He jumped up in his seat as students rushed out of the class. Tucker and Sam soon joined him.
"Come on Danny, just talk to her already," Sam said as they all stopped at his locker.
Danny raised a brow, "Talk to her? I can barely get out an introduction let alone carry a conversation."
Tucker's face was thoughtful for a moment before his eyes lit up. "What if you sent her a note?"
"A note?" Danny raised a brow, "Tucker, we're not in middle school. I'm not just gonna-"
Sam held up a hand to stop him, deep in thought, "No, I think he might be onto something."
"See?" Tucker pointed at the goth girl, "I know what I'm talking about."
Sam shook her head in annoyance before turning back to Danny, "What about a letter? Something nice but short and to the point. Something you can drop at her house so it's more private."
"You guys are insane," Danny shut his locker, "I'm definitely not the person who can write a romantic love letter."
"I can't believe I was the person who wrote this love letter," Danny sighed into the cold night air. He was currently hovering over the roof of the Arendal house in ghost form by the chimney. He looked at the letter in his hand and his eyes narrowed in determination. Come on Fenton, he told himself, Just do it. If it's a total flop, she won't even know it's you. Without giving himself a chance to overthink it, he dropped the letter down the chimney.
"I'm gonna put my flower ornament on this side," Anna hopped up from the box of ornaments that sat on the floor and ran to the half decorated tree.
Elsa laughed at her sister's enthusiasm from her position on the floor and began looking through the box for more ornaments when she heard something come from the fireplace. When she looked over, she spotted a white envelope perched on top of the black soot. She slid over and picked up the letter noticing it had her name on it. Leaning against the brick of the fireplace, she opened it and began to read to herself.
Dear Elsa,
I feel like you've never known me, but I have seen you from afar and want to know you. I know you've most likely never seen me but when I walk into the room I look for you. You are smart and hardworking. But you still are the prettiest thing I've ever seen. You don't realise of course, Elsa, how beautiful you have always been, and how strangely you have grown even more so since I've first seen you. Your shining hair is sleek and perfect and though you are stunning with it in a bun, I much prefer it in a braid, flowing and free. I smile when I see you absentmindedly playing with it.
Your eyes have the most distinct blue. Not one color can compare. And your smile is nothing but bright and happy, though gentle and kind. All pale in comparison and no matter how hard I try, I can't stop thinking about it.
Though I wish I knew more about you, what I already know should be enough. Strangely, I can't stop myself from wanting to know everything about you. Likes, dislikes, passions, dreams, fears. All the things that make you human. I want to know what makes those eyes light up, what makes that gorgeous smile come out. But I fear, I will never know.
Sincerely,
Your secret Admirer
As soon as she finished reading the letter, it was snatched from her hands, "What on earth are you reading Miss Elsa?" the maid, Matilda, asked with a teasing smile, "Your cheeks are bright red."
Iduna came to her daughter's defense. "Matilda, don't pester Elsa. She's had a lot of pressure and schoolwork this winter," she commanded gently from the other side of the Christmas tree, helping Anna hang another ornament.
"Very well," Matilda smirked, "But your daughter seems to have a secret admirer." Suddenly no one was on Elsa's side and both her mother and sister insisted on Matilda reading it.
"Please don't," Elsa weakly pleaded while shaking her head. But she spoke to deaf ears as the maid began to read it aloud. The more Matilda read, the more Elsa wanted to turn invisible.
"Who could it be?" Anna asked.
"Whoever it is, our sweet little Elsa seems to have her claws in the poor boy," Iduna laughed.
The front door suddenly opened and Agnarr stepped into the living room. "What's going on here?" he asked, noticing his family all by the tree.
"Nothing," Elsa stood and snatched the letter from Matilda, "Absolutely nothing that is anyone else's business." She marched upstairs to her room and shut the door angrily. She clutched the impertinent letter in her fist and had a strong urge to rip it to shreds but something fluttered in her stomach.
She sat down on her bed and reread the letter's contents. No one had ever said anything like this to her in person. But as she reread the passionate words again and again, she found that a small lovesick smile had creeped onto her face. Clutching the letter to her chest, she vowed to herself that she would find the one who wrote the letter.
The next day, Elsa wore her hair down and Danny was the first one to notice. He couldn't wipe the smile off his face when he watched her shyly glancing around at her locker, playing with her braid nervously.
It took him a couple of days write another letter and Elsa was overjoyed when it appeared in her fireplace. She made sure that no one was around before grabbing and racing up to her room to open it in private.
She bit her lip excitedly as she sat on her bed and opened the letter.
You wore your hair down.
My affection for you has made me selfish. I can't go one day without thinking about you. I am forgetful of everything but seeing you. You've captured me. But I am miserable without hope of soon seeing you. You've trapped me and strangely, I don't wish for freedom.
They kept coming for the next week. Each one varied in length, tone, and subject but all of them had sincerity and passion. One day, when she was upset because of some silly name someone called her plus the pressure of school, he sent her one short note.
Happiness is within you. So unlock the chains from your heart and let yourself grow like the sweet flower you are. Just set yourself free. Believe in yourself. I know I do.
It made her heart warm but it also made her long to know the boy who wrote so ardently to her. She tried to search for him a few nights after a letter was delivered but could never find anyone. She even tried to match the handwriting when she was at school. Still nothing until one fateful day when she was longingly reading a letter. It had been waiting for her when she returned from school but one phrase stood out to her.
I can't stand to only write to you any longer. It's time I stopped acting like a coward. Meet me at the lamp post in the park on pine street at seven tonight.
Once she read that sentence, nerves began to well up inside her. Placing the letter in the pile on her desk, she glanced at the mirror over her vanity. What if she wasn't what he expected? What if she was much less interesting that he thought? What if, up close, she wasn't as beautiful to him?
However, despite her doubts, at 6:55, she began her short journey to the park, pulling her coat closer to her body to defend against the cold air.
To say she was surprised when she saw Danny Fenton standing under the lamppost, leaning up against it, would be an understatement. She couldn't believe it. Danny Fenton, the cute boy, who would only sometimes shyly wave at her, was her secret admirer.
When she was closer, she cleared her throat to alert him of her presence. He casually turned to see who was behind him but straightened up immediately when he saw her. She gave him a smile, "Danny?"
His eyes widened when he used her name, "I, uh… you know me?"
"Of course I know you," she raised a brow, "We have Mr. Lancer's English together don't we?"
"R-Right," he swallowed while stuffing his hands in his pocket, suddenly having nothing to say.
"So," she shyly looked at him, "You wrote me those letters?"
Danny rubbed the back of his neck, "Well, I… um… It's kinda-"
"Well, did you or didn't you?" she asked. He dropped his head and nodded at her. "I see," she said to herself before stepping closer to him, "T-Then would it be alright if we… Oh, I don't know… got together this weekend?"
His eyes widened at her forwardness but immediately soften when he noticed a slight blush on her cheeks and her wide eyes. "Yeah," he smiled, "That'd be great."
She beamed up at him and nodded. "Well, I'm afraid I don't have much time right now but I, um, I wanted to give you this." She took her hand out of her pocket, revealing a letter in her small hand. He laughed a bit as she offered it to him and he took it. As he took it, she leaned up and placed a small kiss on his cheek. She smiled at him once more before turning and heading home.
She suddenly stopped and turned back to him, "Danny?" He looked up from the letter's envelope at her. "How on earth did you manage to send letters down a chimney?"
He shrugged with a half smile, "I have to keep some of my secrets."
Letting out a small laugh, Elsa shook her head at him and turned to continue on her journey. Danny, however, turned in the opposite direction and opened the envelope before reading its contents while walking home.
I don't think you are a coward. In fact, it takes a lot to put one's feelings on paper. But I'm thankful that you did, because even in twenty years when we may forget each other, I'll still look at them and think that I'm beautiful, that to someone I'm amazing.
You've made me feel that way. No one has ever expressed such passionate words to me. But it is unfair. When you describe your desire to know me, it's the only thing I can say about you. As I write this letter, there is a small part of me that wonders if I'll disappoint you. Maybe you've put me on a pedestal that is too high and in reality I am not even able stand on it.
Nevertheless, I wanted you to know how important your letters were to me. How they filled me with happiness every time I saw one laying in the soot of our fireplace. I wouldn't even let my family start a fire in fear of burning one of your precious letters.
You are not a coward. You are braver than most. And I thank you for the joy you've given me.
Affectionately yours,
Elsa